My hand flies across the first blank page, chicken-scratched lines I can barely decipher wielding the dark tale of my heart. At 5:15 a.m., the pen falls from my grasp and I tuck the notebook away.I wrote my first love song, with his name in a heart to prove it. I wrote my first love song for the boy who knows no love at all.

-Allyson Kennedy

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